My lawyer crawled out of my chest to inform me that I don’t have to tell them anything until I am fit to stand trial. I am assembling this affadavit from the pieces of memory to the best of my recollection.

I keep booting and rebooting. Each time it’s slightly different. It’s like a kaleidoscope. With each reboot, the few uncorrupted sectors in my memory cache reveal different memories. But the way it’s degrading, I don’t know if I can keep it up. I hope I have time to tell my story.